the problem is
I don't know what I want
and how to search for it
so I wait for someone
who'll tug on my heart strings


and by then, I'll cry out
"it is you, I've been
waiting for you"

-but until then, I'll wait

mother of all things
both bad and good
sister defender
of the weak and weary

you brought balance upon
this world of brute and force
with your gentle grace
changing this **** water's course

oh powerful women,
weakness of men

I was given a set of wings
huge, strong and powerful
but I've never used it
to fly and soar
and feel the breeze
above the sun kissed sea
with cotton candy clouds
all around me
never even tried
never even dared

Sometimes I wonder
wether these were given to me
as a gift to cherish
     a blessing to own
or a curse to carry
     a burden for all my life to bear

And I wonder what it
would feel like
to be free
to fly like the others do
if only I weren't
too afraid to try
too afraid to dare

I sometimes try to take
a leap of faith
but as soon as I reach the edge
I feel the mighty wind
I beheld the depth
I see the drop
I hear death
I get nauseous
I pull back
I tuck my wings in
and shut it nice and tight

Maybe what I need is something
that would push me
but it would be nicer
if  it would pull me
taking me with it
in the fall and teach me
how to fly

whenever I say "I don't care anymore"
it's not to emphasize that I really don't
it's more like a reminder
to myself
that I shouldn't

cause I keep forgetting and forgetting
cause it's hard not to care, ok?

Maybe, we're not entirely scared of Love

maybe we're just scared on the idea
of being vulnerable and weak and dependent.

Freaking out whenever we feel
our walls crumble down
for someone

   - and we can't afford
       to let our adamant walls down

It would be nice
if we ever looked into each other's eyes
and see a world covered with red skies
and red sun and red stars and red kites
to know that these butterflies
are more than just some made up lies

It would be nice
if you'd like me back
if you'd look at me
the way I looked at you
dream of me, wanted me
the way I do for you

But it would also be nice
if one day I open my eyes
to find what once was red
is now just a faint blue sky
and accept that these butterflies
are no more than just my made up lies

it would be nice
if I wake up